Love Story (continued)

Meta: Special thanks to everybody who sat with me in the lounge last night and went through my story over and over again, rehashing all the possibilities for the characters and helping me to cure my writer's block so I could churn out this next paragraph.

Four years later, a heart with the correct set of names mysteriously appeared one Saturday morning carved into the sidewalk directly outside Lobby 7 at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Well... perhaps "mysteriously" isn't quite the right word; we certainly knew where it came from, Steve and I. And the rest of the world would probably pass it by without giving it a moment's thought; after all, both Steve and Amanda are relatively common names: so common, in fact, that the laws of probability would strongly favor there being at least three more college age Steve/Amanda pairings in the Boston area.

We had been on our way back from the Luau Party at Zeta Psi, draped with plastic leis and a bit drunk on both love and cheap beer. We were walking hand in hand, arm in arm, down Mass Ave, lost in a world that only the two of us shared and giggling at jokes that nobody had told aloud. That was when we saw the cement, freshly poured and still a bit wet, just the right consistancy for a small act of vandalism. It was something that neither of us would have done while sober, but somehow at the moment it just seemed right. It never occurred to either of us that we might regret it.